Happiness is a Choice {how I'm getting over myself}

My fiancé is smarter than yours. There it is, sorry but it’s true.

Before I started working at IMA, I was very upset about my lack of career prospects, the fact that I’m living with Brittany’s family, and that Nashville is not, in all ways, my ideal city. Selfish, I know.

For whatever reason, I was one of the many who graduated college believing that I was God’s gift to the work force and that surely all it would take is a week in any career to become an expert. It wasn’t until I interned at a real ad agency and had a real life copywriter look at my real life work and say, “eh” that I got how this whole work stuff works.

So anyways, one night I was telling Brittany all the ways I was unhappy and why I thought I should be doing so much more and I did the worst thing a fiancé can ever do—I made her cry. I know, I know I'm terrible but hear me out!

That’s when Britt opened her beautiful mouth and said the most wonderful thing to me:


Happiness is a Choice

I told you she’s smart.

Yesterday I read this blog post which talks about how my generation is full of entitled yuppies who don’t really know the value of hard work and have over inflated senses of purpose and under inflated work ethics and well… I think it’s largely true (about me at least).

I think we have a problem, as a generation, with the purpose part. Everyone wants to work for Google, but no one wants to dedicate their life to computer programming—ya know?

So Brittany helped me realize that happiness is a choice we must make daily—despite our situation sometimes. That, in order to achieve that great life goal of doing something that matters for people who care—we may just have to work our butts off for a while. Even the gals and guys at Google have days when they don’t want to go to work.

And in the mean time, we need to appreciate people like Brittany who keep us grounded and far enough away from our own imagination to stay relatively sane.

The biggest problem I have with the aforementioned blog post is that I think our generation’s wild dreams are something to be admired. We are unique in our undying poking of the possible. But if that imagination doesn’t come with twice as much determination then we will be nothing more than the best daydreamers to walk the planet.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is that you should choose happiness. If not for yourself then do it for the Brittany in your life.

But you should also chase your dreams with work. Chase your dreams with long nights and tons of research—because that’s what is (in my opinion) missing from the crowd. Everyone has dreams—very few have the work ethic to see them through.